Here

I was dressed for success

But success it never comes

And I'm the only one who laughs

At your jokes when they are so bad

And your jokes are always bad

But they're not as bad as this

Come join us in a prayer

We'll be waiting, waiting where

Everything's ending here

And all the sterile striking it defends

An empty dock you cast away

And rain upon your forehead

Where the mist's for hire if it's just too clear

Let's spend our last quarter stance randomly

Go down to the outlet once again

Painted portraits of minions & slaves

Crotch mavens and one-night plays

Are they the only ones who laugh?

At the jokes when they are so bad

And the jokes they're always bad

But they're not as bad as this

Come join us in a prayer

We'll be waiting, waiting where

Everything's ending here

And all the Spanish candles unsold

Away have gone to this

And a "run-on piece of mount on"

Trembles, shivers, runs down the freeway

I guess she spent her last quarter randomly

I guess a guess is the best I'll do

Last time last time

Was the best time...